This is a song about "Rappin back"

I'm rappin soul in my scriptures, torah,

Peabody street venturing off georgia

People wanna commonly call me a rappin prophecy/

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Rappin is my profession so i always come up with fresh shit.

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

Keep rappin about green cause you're gettin stoned to death

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

White boy rappin' not an impossibility

You're startin' shit you can't back up, your wack ass rappin' is flawed

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

I'll let you know. rappin aint ez, trust me, its kinda tough.

Well, you fucking up, and truthfully i had enough